BenSimon

Lyrics

An aging Western gunfighter loses his final showdown and faces death with one last wish: that his son never inherits his guns, the violence and mistakes that defined his life. A story about fathers and sons, regret, and breaking the generational cycle of violence, the song builds toward a gospel-style funeral requiem.


There’s a six gun in my holster don’t give it to my son.

Tell him not to carry one unlike his paw done.

Cause it’ll only cut ya down

When a better gun comes to town

And he’ll orphan, his son just like his pa done.

Now take me back to my kin

And have them bury me upon that southern facing ridge

There’s a setting sun in my life, and my time on this earth is done.

Don’t follow in my footsteps Son unlike I done.




I see the blue skies growing dim

In pale shades of gray.

I see dark clouds forming over me.

It feels like it’s gonna rain.

There’s a warm salty taste of blood in my mouth and my tears run dry

And all I can think about is my boy

And not saying goodbye


Pistolero done met his match

At the hands of a young guns,

Hot lead smoke and flash.





Guts guns and glory His tombstone It will read

Here lies a well-known Gun

Pistolero rest in peace.

There’s a setting Son in my life and now my time on earth is done.

Don’t follow in my footsteps Son just like I done

Yeah I followed in the footsteps of my paw

And now I’m done………..